It's time to think about winding it up. This season of Six Feet Under has been a mixed bag. Prior to the start, the word was that things were going to be more lighthearted. There was going to be a lessening of the morbidity and a greater emphasis on life than on death. That turned out to be very true. There have been some truly humorous moments this year. And, frankly, it was a nice break from three seasons of life in the 'burbs with ghosts. But the downside is that we lost the core theme of life in the face of death that ran beneath the previous seasons. The net result being that this season can only be described as the sum of the plotlines, whereas the others (at least the first and third seasons, anyway) surpassed that.
The plotlines themselves were hit or miss. The relationship of David and Keith remains one of the most realistic ever portrayed from an emotional standpoint, and even the histrionic business of David's carjacking played OK into David's own insecurity in the face of aggression. But Keith working security for a Britney Spears clone and ending up having sex with her, and then his subsequent sex with some sleazebag to get David out of a lawsuit were really off the charts. Part of the success of David and Keith as a dramatic device depends on their being such a normal couple, except for the fact that they are both men. Their interaction is familiar yet heightened because you are concentrating on the roles each partner is playing since you can't make the same assumptions about personality that you would in viewing a heterosexual couple. Well, I don’t know any couples of any orientation, where one partner would sit in the living room while the other had sex with a stranger upstairs in the hopes that he would drop a lawsuit against them. But maybe that's just me.